The New Englishman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DCCC BEBE FGCG HIII CJIJ KLIL MNON PQHQ IQIQ QIII RIII BSTS BBIB| I've lived all my life i' Keighley | A |
| I'm a Yorkshire artisan | B |
| An' when I were just turned seventy | C |
| I became an Englishman | B |
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| Nat'ralised German nay deng it | D |
| I'm British born same as thee | C |
| But I niver thowt mich to my country | C |
| While my country thowt mich to me | C |
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| I were proud o' my lodge an' my union | B |
| An' proud o' my town an' my shire | E |
| But all t' consans o' t' nation | B |
| I left to t' parson an' t' squire | E |
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| Class war were t' faith that I Iived for | F |
| I call'd all capit'lists sharks | G |
| An' T' workin' man has no country | C |
| Were my Gospel accordin' to Marx | G |
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| When I'd lossen my job back i' t' eighties | H |
| An were laikin' for well nigh two year | I |
| Who said that an out o' wark fettler | I |
| Were costin' his country dear | I |
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| Owd England cared nowt about me | C |
| I could clem wi' my barns an' my wife | J |
| Shoo were ower thrang wi' buildin' up t' empire | I |
| To build up a brokken life | J |
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| Ivery man for hissen shoo said | K |
| An' t' dule can catch what he can | L |
| Labour's cheap an' trade's worth more | I |
| Nor t' life of a workin' man | L |
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| When t' country were chuff an' boasted | M |
| That t' sun niver set on her flags | N |
| I thowt o' wer back to back houses | O |
| Wer childer i' spetches an' rags | N |
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| When t' country drave by i' her carriage | P |
| Wi' flunkies afore an' behind | Q |
| I left her to bettermy bodies | H |
| An' I gav her a taste o' my mind | Q |
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| But when shoo were liggin' i' t' gutter | I |
| Wi' a milit'rist mob at her throit | Q |
| Hands off her I cried shoo's my mother | I |
| An' I doffed my cap an' my coit | Q |
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| I'd gien ower wark at seventy | Q |
| But I gat agate once more | I |
| I'll live for my country not on her | I |
| Were my words on t' fettlers' floor | I |
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| Shoo's putten her trust i' us workers | R |
| We'll save her niver fear | I |
| Feight for her live for her dee for her | I |
| Her childer that loves her dear | I |
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| Eight o' my grandsons has fallen | B |
| My youngest lad's crippled i' t' arm | S |
| But I'll give her choose what shoo axes | T |
| Afore I'll see her tak harm | S |
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| T' war is a curse an' a blessin' | B |
| If fowks could understan' | B |
| It's brokken my home an' my childer | I |
| But it's made me an Englishman | B |
Frederic William Moorman
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